“You'd better put sunblock on that skeleton head of yours. You're gonna fry." -Bobby”

“You'd better take care of me, Lord. If you don't, you're gonna have me on your hands.”

“Oh, and that crown you are wearing …there are no bobby pins to hold it in place, so you must not let anyone get you to put your head down in shame cuz it’s gonna slide right down the front of your face.And neither can you put your nose up in the air cuz it will slip off the back.Just hold it high and steady and wear it forever.”

“Today, you've got a decision to make. You're gonna get better or you're gonna get worse, but you're not gonna stay the same. Which will it be?”

“You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face, And show the world all the love in your heart, then people gonna treat you better. You're gonna find, yes, you will, That you're beautiful as you feel.”

“Now, as I understand it, the bards were feared. They were respected, but more than that they were feared. If you were just some magician, if you'd pissed off some witch, then what's she gonna do, she's gonna put a curse on you, and what's gonna happen? Your hens are gonna lay funny, your milk's gonna go sour, maybe one of your kids is gonna get a hare-lip or something like that — no big deal. You piss off a bard, and forget about putting a curse on you, he might put a satire on you. And if he was a skilful bard, he puts a satire on you, it destroys you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your community, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your children, in the eyes of yourself, and if it's a particularly good bard, and he's written a particularly good satire, then three hundred years after you're dead, people are still gonna be laughing, at what a twat you were.”